Your mercies are new every day, God.
When I could hardly catch my breath,
fear clenching my stomach,
and every horizon dark,
you were there for me.
Whether I stood on the precipice
of grief and pain, or loneliness and despair:
you heard me calling.
My prayers not echoing in empty chambers,
not ricocheting into nothingness;
you listened to every word.
You come, not always with quick fixes,
not always with the solutions I’ve planned.
You teach me that every road is walkable
with you beside me.
Your steadying voice gentles me.
You are the Faithful One,
from generation to generation,
seeking out our sad souls,
picking up the lost and left behind,
taking care of the woeful.
God of great grace,
hear this prayer of thanks
even from the land of broken dreams.